I can't believe I'm actually confessing this in a public forum, but the other night I had a dream about a man. A man that is not my significant other.
Specifically: Gregory House, M.D.
In this dream, I was part of House's diagnostic team, and he and I had a tender moment, where he was being uncharacteristically kind and thoughtful and sensitive. And then we made out. The next day, doing differential diagnoses, I was really afraid someone was going to find out, and mock our relationship, since I'm so much younger than him. And then he had to be rushed to the hospital because he passed some kind of vicious-looking tape worm. Then Wilson came to talk to me about how I had made out with House (because Wilson knows everything). And he was so nice and kind about the whole thing that I got to thinking that maybe I ought to make out with him, too. But then I decided against it, because I didn't want to give everybody at Princeton-Plainsboro the wrong idea about what kind of girl I am.
After this stuff happened, though, everything took a turn for the worse when we all realized that the weird tape worm that House had in his intestines was actually an EVIL MINDCONTROL TAPEWORM from another planet, and that a whole low-income apartment complex downtown was infected with them, and something had to be done! So after that everyone go real busy, and there was a lot less making out going on.
The best part about the whole thing, I think, was partway through the dream when I realized that I had never seen myself on the show, so none of the viewers would know that I was actually part of House's staff. I was outraged as I wondered, why had all my scenes been cut??
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